I dropped my hands to the sheets again, clawing at them as tremors began traveling up and down my spine, as my legs began to shake under him.
“I’m ahhhh…” I moaned. “I’m going to…I’m going to…”
“Yes…” he whispered. “I know…”
I took one last look at our reflection, watching him pound into me, and I screamed his name as I came apart under him.
Oh my god…
I felt him thrusting into me a few more times, felt him grip my hips and still as he reached his own orgasm.
Our breathless panting was the only sound in the room for several minutes, save for the few wet kisses he was pressing against my bare shoulder.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, slowly pulling out of me.
I bit back a sigh at the loss of contact, wanting to feel him inside of me all over again.
Moments later, he slid his hand under me and flipped me over.
He stared at me as he trailed his hand from my neck to my stomach, down between my thighs again.
“Are you leaving now?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Of course not.” He smirked, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs a bit wider. “We have seven months of fucking to catch up on…”
The sound of rain attacking the windows made my eyes flutter open the next morning.
Just when I thought that there was any chance that the night before was a dream, I realized that I was wrapped in Dane’s arms—my ass pressed firmly against his cock. I wanted to pretend like last night was a blur, but I couldn’t. I vividly remembered every single place on my body where he’d kissed and dominated me.
“Good morning…” He kissed my hair and squeezed me a bit harder before sitting up.
I rolled over to face him, completely sated and confused.
He trailed a hand down my bare thigh, keeping his eyes on mine. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I think we do have some things that we need to talk about.”
“Hmmm.” He smiled and stepped out of the bed. He walked over to my side and grabbed my hands, pulling me up. “Let’s figure it out in the shower, then.”
“Wait,” I said, holding back. “What happens now?”
“What do you mean?”
“With us, with this…” My voice trailed off. “I mean, I know that we really can’t be much of anything past today, and I’m flying home at the end of the week, so…” I tried to look away from his eyes, but I couldn’t. “Are we still going to write letters via the app and act as if this never happened or—” The rest of my sentence ended on his lips and he cupped my face in his hands—kissing me until I was utterly breathless.
When he pulled away, I sucked in a breath and he trailed a finger against my swollen lips.
“We made plans for the weekend in our letters,” he said, now tilting my chin up with his fingertips. “So, we’ll stay in this hotel until the next morning, and we’ll start with brunch at that place I told you about before you come home with me.”
“Then we’ll do a few tourist things?”
“No,” he said, smiling. “That’s not what we discussed at all.”
“You can’t possibly think that we’re going to fuck each other all week.”
“I can,” he said, kissing me again. “Because after you swallow my cum in this shower, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
TWELVE Christina
The next time that I woke up, I was alone in the hotel room.
My body was sorer than it’d ever been in my life, and I could still feel a wanting ache between my thighs. My mind was racing in a thousand directions, but all roads led to the simple fact that I’d fucked Dane.
More than once. More than twice. More than—Okay, there was really no sense in counting at this point. He’d fucked me on every single surface in this hotel room, bringing me to an orgasm each and every time.
On the one hand, it was everything I’d wanted it to be when I thought he was Ryan. On the other, I was wondering where the hell we could possibly go from here. Amazing sex aside, there were convoluted and messy feelings that were compounding with my every thought. There was also a queasy feeling in my stomach and a voice in my head that was a little louder than all of the others.
This is never going to work out, Christina. Not only is he your dad’s best friend, but you’re way too young for him and just a temporary means of sex for him.
Rolling over in bed, I noticed that there was a plate of wrapped strawberries with bagels and a note.
Received an emergency call from my company this morning.
I’ll come back around four and pick you up.
--Dane
PS—Did I fuck you better than the scene in your book?
PSS—Your father is having a mixer tonight. Would you like to go?
I pretended like I didn’t see that last line and picked up my phone.
Text message from Daniella: Did you make it to Spokane okay? Was Mr. Words & Letters everything that you thought he would be?
Text message from Daniella: Was he hot? Did you fuck him? WHAT. IS. THE. TEA????
Text message from Daniella: Like WTF. Can you at least tell me SOMETHING about what’s going on? (I’m assuming you did sleep with him since you haven’t called and said he was hideous. Is that true?)
I nodded as if she could see me. I wanted to type the truth, but I knew that she would call and demand a full play by play, and I wasn’t ready to talk about this.
I stared at the screen and scrolled to Dane’s number, where it was currently listed as “Dane—Dad’s friend.”
My finger hovered over the call icon, but my dad’s name suddenly popped onto the screen. He was requesting a video call via Facetime.
I rushed over to my bag and pulled a shirt over my head before answering.
“Hey, Dad.” I forced a smile
